Solvistania Solvenista, is that another nickname? He he. moves over to where Ilona fingers her bow. She looks at the Sarcosan valkyre warrior, fingering her arrow string and follows suit, drawing Sky'tor's Icewood bow She would always think of the bow as his and nocking one of the arrows to the string, allowing the memories of training come to her, then she gives Ilona a feral smile, full of retribution and justice.

Speaking in Traders tongue. "I've heard enough from this ones mouth. There's no point in trying to save him any longer. His body, mind and soul belong to his god. Stand aside! His expression becomes grim as he moves to stand above the Dwarf. In the Clan Dialect of the Blackbloods. "Farewell brother...May you rot in the eternal embrace of your God. With that he raises his blade and decapitates the Dwarf. Dorzar you will be next to go to your God.

There was a ritual, obviously, meant to call some kind of spirit into a body of that young dwarf that Ragnar talked to - talked to his spirit, that is. But something went wrong. Perhaps Dorzar or some other ritualist was not concentrated enough, or perhaps someone was scared of you. Anyway, the spirit came and inhabited the body, but it was not controlled by anyone. It broke from the summoning circle and slaughtered everyone on its path with bare hands. Then the spirit-thing went on the first floor of the warrens and broke through the ceiling. Judging by the number of corpses, Dorzar is now alone and his only hope must be to unchain ancient fell...

"You did not see?" He looks around at the group, noting that none of them seem any worse for wear. "None of you... He... Sorok killed him, and then he..." He finally looks back at the body, as if seeing it for the first time. His brows furrow in confusion for a moment, then he calms as if he has figured something out. "It was his... spirit then. I... sometimes have difficulty telling the difference."

He looks around at the rest of the group as if something has dawned on him. "None of the rest of you can see them, can you?"

"You did not see?" He looks around at the group, noting that none of them seem any worse for wear. "None of you... He... Sorok killed him, and then he..." He finally looks back at the body, as if seeing it for the first time. His brows furrow in confusion for a moment, then he calms as if he has figured something out. "It was his... spirit then. I... sometimes have difficulty telling the difference."

He looks around at the rest of the group as if something has dawned on him. "None of the rest of you can see them, can you?"

"Rangnar don't worry. I see this one." He points to the space directly behind him. "Some see spirits and some don't."

Ragnar:

The elder dorn ghost steps towards Ragnar. "Even we ghosts sometimes have trouble telling living from dead, sometimes we don't realize this in ourselves ether. Understanding comes in time and practice."

He looks Ragnar over.

"They say those that bend magics have a much easier time dealing with such things...... Do you practice these arts?"

Solvistania looks over at Ragnar, a concerned look in her eyes, then as she notes Ilona and Anvinder helping him out she looks over to Sorok, and sees hin leaving the room, "Hold , Sorok, we should let Pete and Chops go first...., but she is too late as Sorok exits the room. That fool will let his thirst for vengeance destroy us all!

As soon as the dwarf steps into the corridor, something snaps loudly and black mist rises from the floor, engulfing the walls and ceiling. Stone starts to melt and transform into mud, and large pieces of stone blocks start to fall in a avalanche of rumble on the Sorok's head. 8d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 4, 2, 2, 2, 3, 1) = 21Reflex save for half. Sorok is badly injured anyway and the corridor is blocked by the mud and fallen rubble.

Solvistania looks across at the blocked rubble, murmering a quick incantation, and her eyes start glowing an eerie shade of pink, and tries to determine what spell or ritual was used there, and also if there are amy more lingering surprises left by the ritualist. Cast Detect Magic on the rubble filled corridor. Knowledge, Arcana 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13, Spellcraft 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Some magic was obviously at work here. It reminds you of a spell that transmutes rock to mud, but this was in a for of some kind of gas and it worked on cut stone, which that spell can not do. The Odrud are adepts of alchemy. Perhaps that was some kind of alchemical trap?

Solvistania returns to Ragnar and Chops, once they have recovered the unconscious Sorok from his escapade. "This was the work of both magic and alchemy. The Oldrud were masters of those arts, so I believe more of these traps exist. We must be cautious", shooting Sorok a red rimmed glare, "and not rush blindly into this!"

She looks up at the hole in the ceiling and says to Ragnar, "It looks like that is the only way out of here."

Advinder leans down to Sorok. He begins the to chant and wave his hands above Sorok, there is a brief glow and then he starts over again.

I'm dropping some Cure minors. I'll keep this up until he is up again.

Ragnar:

The elder dorn ghost stand behind anvinder watching closely. "You almost lost it that time, your chanting needs to be tighter..... There, that one was much better. I guess this makes for good practice."

Ragnar sighs at the collapse and looks up at the hole Solvistqnia points out. "We have no hope of catching them now, but that does not mean we go up and simply leave" With only a moment's resignation he shrugs out of his long coat and his bear-skin sark, draws the dwarven short blade, and starts digging.

Ragnar sighs at the collapse and looks up at the hole Solvistqnia points out. "We have no hope of catching them now, but that does not mean we go up and simply leave" With only a moment's resignation he shrugs out of his long coat and his bear-skin sark, draws the dwarven short blade, and starts digging.

"Chops, Pete, would you mind scouting for another route?"

"Unless there is some secret door or something, i think we may have to go back to the surface and forrage around for another entrance if we are to get this Dorzar character."

Solvistania looks at Ragnar, and after his short response, moves to help him clear the rubble, "This part should be safe enough to clear out, I did not detect any lingering enchantments."

After a moment, she continues, "I was not saying we should leave, those Fell creatures have probably created passages all over this fortress. All we need to do is find the library, and then we should be able to undo the ritual."

He looks over his shoulder at Chops. "Check inside first. If you find nothing, come back. Then we venture out as a group."

"In either case, I'm afraid Dorzar will be long away by the time we find a way deeper in."

"Ragnar, I believe Dorzar will not go far, because, although he apparently was able to create the Progenitor, he lost control of him. We know the Shadow does not tolerate failure, therefore he would seek the same thing we are, to regain control of the creature."

She stops and composes herself for a moment, thinking of Dorzar and the threats he made against her, and finishes in a whisper, "And he wants his revenge on me."

"Oh he's going to learn waht making threats can get yo," Ilona says, joining the digging effort. "Besides if the only information to stop this creature is in their library, then we're not done here. We just need to make sure that the people woh actullay know how to disarm a trap with something other than their faces, go first."

He looks over his shoulder at Chops. "Check inside first. If you find nothing, come back. Then we venture out as a group."

Are you saying to look for secret doors? My impression is of a linear progression from the room with the trap, to the cells, to the ritual room, then down a stairs to another room which its only exit has been blocked by a stone to mud trap. It seems to me that we have explored all of this portion, and the only available options are back on the surface. I am sure it is possible I or we have missed something though.

Chops chuckles as Ragnar the two women dig away at the rubble and mud. He sniffs at the air, making a big show of it. "My dwarven senses tell me that it would be futile to try and dig at this mud. This seems to be worse than the rubble at the shrine. There has to be another way."

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The path ahead is now blocked. It seems doubtful that you can clear the mud and rubble. Unless you find some other paths into the warrens, Dorzar has escaped you.

Chops then pats Pete on the back and says, "C'mon big guy. We need to scout about a bit." Then he heads out into the dark in another direction presumably with Pete.

Solvistania returns to Ragnar and Chops, once they have recovered the unconscious Sorok from his escapade. "This was the work of both magic and alchemy. The Oldrud were masters of those arts, so I believe more of these traps exist. We must be cautious", shooting Sorok a red rimmed glare, "and not rush blindly into this!"

She looks up at the hole in the ceiling and says to Ragnar, "It looks like that is the only way out of here."

Gilian moves to look at Sorok and checks how badly he is hurt. Once she knows how hurt he is, she will cast CLW for 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 from her healer heroic path.

"What is it with all of you ?", she mutters to herself. "Are you planning to find every trap and see how well you can trigger them?"

she stands up and raises her voice with the tone of one used to order people around. "That's it. I've exhausted all my healing magic. I've heard that in desperate case one can summon strength to do more spells but I've never done it and don't know if I can do it. So please, don't rush stupidly towards anything that moves. And that goes specially for you, you and you." Her finger points in succession Chops, Pete and Sorok.

She then registers Solvistania words. "Alchemy? Hmm... I wonder if I could do something like that." She smells the air and looks to the ground around the explosion site, trying to remember the smells, noise and color of the explosion.

Craft (Alchemy) 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 to understand how it was down and find means to detect the traps

When she is done, she turns to tyhe group discussing the next plans. "You know, I think Ragnar has only asked two questions to the dead dwaves upstairs. Maybe they know of another entrance of hidden path to the library."

The elder dorn sighs "Despite however funny you think it is you should hold your tongue. Women are..... tricky to deal with. I once made a comment about your mother over cooking my dinner, I nearly starved the following month."

So please, don't rush stupidly towards anything that moves. And that goes specially for you, you and you."[/b] Her finger points in succession Chops, Pete and Sorok.

Chops turns away from the area of the cave that he is searching to shrug his shoulders and holds his hands up all innocently, as if to say "Who me?" Then he returns to his search for traps or stones and such.

Sorry about the very very late response. Didn't have a chance to get on last night.

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Well that was unfortunate. Did I not get a chance to notice the walls from my stone-cunning ability. It does give me an automatic chance to detect traps from 10 feet away that are made of stone just like a rogue.